All Latinists love the light, often frivolous poet Catullus. We first encountered him in an Age of Cicero class: the wordy orator and the witty poet were contemporaries in the first century B.C. The two of them were, more or less, friends: Catullus even wrote a thank-you note to Cicero in the form of a short poem.
Naturally, we are charmed by Catullus’s tender, witty love poems, which reveal a world much like our own. In one poem, he writes about the thousands of kisses he and his girlfriend, Lesbia, will exchange, mixing them up so no disapproving old men can count them. (I have posted my translation of this poem below.)
Tonight I decided to relax by rereading some of Catullus’s lesser-known poems. I admire his work, but I had forgotten how lewd, really obscene, he can be. And if the commentary of your edition was published in 1894, you may have some difficulty understanding exactly what the poet meant. Victorians are fond of periphrasis of vulgar phrases.
Poem 15 begins mildly enough. Catullus genially asks his friend Aurelius to do him a favor: to leave alone his amores, a castum (chaste or modest) boy. The word amores (the plural of amor) usually refers to a lover or an object of passion, but here the editor claims he is “a young boy, a favorite of the poet.” As the poem goes on, it seems to me that Catullus could either be the boy’s friend or lover. At any rate, he wants to protect him from Aurelius’s advances.
It is difficult to interpret this poem as mildly as the Victorian editor does. In lines 10-13, Catullus writes graphically, “But I fear your penis, dangerous to both good and jaded boys. Shake it wherever you please, as much as you please, whenever it is ready in doorways or abroad. I save this one boy from your harassment, as I think, modestly.”
At the end, Catullus reminds Aurelius of the punishment that awaits him if his infatuation and madness “will have driven forward” (a literal thrusting translation) into this culpam (crime or fault). The punishment is an act involving radishes and mullets. The editor, who doesn’t care to mention buggery, refers us to Aristophanes, Horace, and Juvenal. No one tries a periphrasis to translate Juvenal, who mentions an adulterer with a “mullet up his backside.”
On a lighter note, here is my translation of Catullus’s famous kissing poem, (No. 5). He addresses Lesbia, his girlfriend, often thought to be the Roman adulteress, Clodia Metelli.
Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love,
Let us count the rumors of old men meaningless.
Suns can rise and set;
For us, when the brief light sets,
one perpetual night must be slept.
Give me a thousand kisses, then a hundred,
Then another thousand, then a second hundred,
Then straight on to another thousand, then a hundred,
And when we have made thousands of kisses,
we will mix them up, so that we don’t know the count,
and so no enemy can cast the evil eye,
because he knows the number of our kisses.
2 thoughts on “Radishes and Mullets: When It’s Better to Skip a Line of Catullus”
We couldn’t decide whether to call one of our cats Catullus or Juvenal. She turned out to be Catullus, or Tully. A mischievous little girl. All three girls have male classic poet names – Pindar, Martial. Not sure why…
Fabulous, witty names for cats! Especially Catullus.